• 


i 


1>< 


/  4  -  ?  >' 


HYMNS, 

TEMPERANCE  ODES, 

SUNG  AT  THE 

JUVENILE  CONCERTS. 

TAUGHT  BY 

J.  F.  &  D.  KEMMEREU. 


pniLADELrniA, 

JOHN  ROYER  PRINTER. 

1849. 


1. — The  Singing  SchooL 

/ember,  I  remember  how  my  days  are  fleetinj^ 

rnen  I  will  go  to  Singing  School  and  learn  to  sing 
/.  riltry 
'Tis  there  1  learn  the  downward,  hither,  thither, 

upward  beat, 
And  there  I'll  sing  the  upward  scale  and  down- 
ward scale  complete. 
So  then  unto  the  Singing  School  I'll  always  try 
to  go, 

And  sing  do  se  la  la  sol  sol  fa  mi  ray  mi  ray  do. 
2. 

Oh  what  delightful  songs  we  sing  when  we  togeth- 
er meet, 

When  youthful  voices  swell  in  strains  of  harmo- 
ny so  sweet, 

O  lis  a  pleasant  thing  to  sing  those  songs  from 
day  to  day, 

Nor  from  this  cheerful  happy  place  would  1  de- 
sire to  stay, 

So  then  unto  the  Singing  School  I'll  always  try 
to  go 

And  Sing  do  se  la  la  sol  sol  fa  mi  ray  my  ray  do. 

2,—Fll  A'wake  at  the  Dawn* 

1.  I'll  awake  at  the  dawn  on  the  Sabbath  day, 
For  'tis  wrong  to  doze  lioly  time  away, 
With  my  lesson  learned,  this  shall  be  my  rule, 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath  School. 

2.  Birds  awake  bstimes  every  morn  they  sing. 
None  are  tardy  then,  when  the  woods  do  ring, 

,Nor  will  I  forget  that  it  is  my  rule, 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath  School. 


3 

3.  When  tlie  summer  siin  wakes  the  flowers  again, 
They  the  call  obey,  none  are  tardy  then — 

So  when  Sunday  comes  this  shall  be  my  rule, 

Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath  School. 

3.  - — Crowning  the  Saviour. 

1.  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  1 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2,  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small 
Hail  Him  who  saved  you  by  his  grace 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3»    Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all, 

4.  Teacliers,  who  surely  know  his  love, 

Who  feel  your  sin  and  thrall. 
Now  join  with  all  the  hosts  above, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6,    May  we  wtth  heaven's  rejoicing  throng 
Before  his  presence  fall, 
Join  in  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all, 

4.  — How  the  Angels  Sing . 

!♦    Hark  how  the  angels  sing, 

Anthems  from  heaven, 
Tidings  of  joy  they  bring, 

Jesus  is  given; 
He  comes  the  world  to  own, 

Earth  hail  thy  King, 


4 


Children  come  seek  his  throne, 
"  Your  praises  bring. 

2    O  lovely  Bethlehem, 

Had  we  been  there, 
Gyardini^  our  tender  lambs 

With  fondest  care; 
We  with  the  shephard  throng 

Flowers  would  bear, 
With  the  rose  and  the  song, 

Glad'ning  the  air. 

3.  Stil!  in  the  temple  here 

He  deigns  to  dwell. 
Deeming  sweet  chiidhooirs  prayer 

Richest  perfume, 
jS'o  flowret's  he'll  receive, 

Strew'd  at  his  feet. 
While  the  song  childhood  gives, 

To  liira  is  sweet. 

4,  O  may  these  little  ones. 

In  yonder  heaven, 
Worship  before  the  throne, 

Where  joy  is  2:iven; 
Where  fiowers  that  never  die 

Lov\l  angels  ])ring. 
In  the  w  orid  o'er  tlie  sky, 

With  them  we'll  sing. 

0. — Simdaif  School  Scholars  Experience, 

1.    'Twas  01).  a  Sabbath  moroing. 
When  not  a  cloud  was  seen; 

With  beauty,  earth  adorning, 
Fair  natiire  sniii'd  serene. 

Far  from  my  home  I  wander'd. 
To  seek  some  earthly  toy, 


5 


And  in  my  mind  I  ponder'd, 
Oh,  what  can  yield  me  joy? 

2.  I  saw  a  form,  advancing 

With  a  peculiar  grace; 
On  me  her  eyes  were  glancing. 

While  pity  deck'd  her  face. 
She  spoke  in  accents  tender. 

Of  Jesus'  love  to  me. 
To  him  my  heart  to  render, 

And  liumJsly  bow^  the  knee. 

3.  ^er  prayer  to  God  ascended — 

"Lord  bless  the  wandering  child^*' 
And  soon  our  hands  were  blended 

For  joy  I  wept  and  smiPd. 
To  Sabbath  School  she  led  me^ 

And  there  1  learned  to  pray, 
To  read  the  Holy  Bible, 

And  keep  the  Sabbath  Day. 

4.  I  love  my  School  and  Teachers, 

And  ail  my  fellow  youth| 
I  love  the  faithful  Preachers 

Who  teach  us  Heavenly  truth. 
I  love  the  Sacred  Temple, 

And  those  who  worship  there^ 
I'll  follow  their  example, 

Ajid  join  in  praise  and  prayer. 


6. —  TVeHl  not  give  up  the  Bible. 

1      We'll  not  give  up  the  bible, 

God's  holy  book  of  truth^ 
The  blessed  staff  of  hoary  age, 

The  guide  of  early  youth, 
The  lamp  which  sheds  a  glorious  light 

O'er  every  dreary  road^ 


6 


The  voice  which  speaks  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  leads  us  home  to  God. 

We'll  not  give  up  the  bible, 
God's  holy  book  of  truth. 

3     We'll  not  give  up  the  bible. 
But  if  ye  force  away 
What  is  as  our  own  lifeblood  dear, 

We  still  with  joy  could  say — 
<^The  words  that  we  have  learn'd  while  young, 

Shall  follow  all  our  days, 
For  they're  engraven  on  our  hearts, 
And  you  cannot  erase." 

We'll  not  give  up,  &c. 

3     We'll  not  give  up  the  bible — 
We'll  shout  it  far  and  wide; 
Until  the  echo  shall  be  heard 

Beyond  the  rolling  tide — 
Till  all  shall  know  that  we  though  young, 

Withstand  each  treach'rous  art; 
And  that  from  God's  own  sacred  word 
^Ye'll  never,  never  part. 

We'll  not  give  up,  &c. 

7. — Sked  not  a  Tear. 
1. 

Shed  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friends  early  bier 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
Smile  if  the  slow  tolling  bell  you  should  hear 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
W^eep  not  for  me  when  you  stand  around  my  grave 
Think  who  has  died  his  beloved  to  save, 
Think  of  the  crown  all  the  ransomed  shall  wear, 
When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone, 
2. 

Shed  not  a  tear  when  you  stand  round  my  grave 
When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone| 


Sing  a  sweet  song  unto  him  who  doth  save. 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
Sing  to  the  Lamb  who  on  earth  once  was  slain, 
Sing  to  the  lamb  who  in  Heaven  doth  reign. 
Sing  till  the  world  shall  be  fill'd  with  his  name 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
3. 

Plant  ye  a  tree  that  will  wave  over  me. 

When  I  am  gone,  1  am  gone. 
Sing  ye  a  song  if  my  grave  you  should  see, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
Come  at  the  close  of  a  bright  summer's  day, 
Come  when  the  sun  sheds  its  last  glimmering  raj 
Come  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  past  away, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 

8. —  JVake  and  Sing. 

1.  Wake  and  sing,  brothers,  sisters  sing. 
Virtue's  sons  should  ever 

Happy,  happy,  be. 

Naught  should  tbem  dissever 
From  their  merry  glee. 

Wake  and  sing,  brothers,  sisters  sing, 
Heaven  itself  with  kindest  pleasure 
Lists  to  hear  our  joyful  measure. 
Wake  and  sing,  &c. 

2.  Dear  this  place,  sweet  this  day,  ^ 
Hail,  ye  smiles  of  being, 

Tinged  with  golden  light, 
Clouds  of  sorrow  fleeing, 
liCaves  our  sunbeam  bright. 

Wake  and  sing,  brotliers*^  sisters  sing;. 
Sing,  O  sing,  a  day  is  near  us 
When  eternal  joy  shall  cheer  us. 
Wake  and  singj  &c. 


8 


3.        Wake  and  sing,  brothers,  sisters  sing^ 
Ever  let  us  cherish 
Deeds  of  love  and  truth. 

So  when  time  shall  perish, 
Fresh  shall  be  our  youth. 

Wake  and  sing  brothers,  sisters  siag, 
Heaven  with  watchful  care  shall  guard  us. 
Heaven  with  boundless  good  reward  «s, 
Wake  and  sing,  &,c. 

9.—R0UJSrB. 

Good  evening  brother — how  do  you  do  ? 
"^^ry  well,  I  thank  you — how  are  you  ? 
i'heeriiy  sing  us  a  song  or  two, 
Lj\,  Ja,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la, 

10. — Great  is  the  Lord, 

tJn  ?il  is  tlie  Lord,  and  greatly  to  be  praised, 

Anil  greatly  to  be  praised,  and  greatly  to  be  praised 

In  t'jie  cily  of  our  God,  in  tbe  city  of  our  God 

lu  tlic  mountain  of  his  holiness, 

In  tb.e  city  of  our  God,  in  tbe  city  of  our  God, 

Jn  the  mountain  of  his  holiness, 

in  the  city  of  our  God  in  the  city  of  our  God, 

]ji  the  mountain  of  his  holiness, 

hi  the  mountain  of  his  holiness, 

A  men.  A  men. 

±±.—^  ROUjYB. 
Humble  is  my  little  cottage, 
Yet  it  is  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Anger  never  dwells  among  us. 
Only  peaceful  happiness. 
Kindness  there  you  will  always  see, 
A!id  the  sweetest  barmony. 


12. — The  Pilgrim. 

I'm  a  pilgrim  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night, 

Do  not  detain  me  for  I'm  going, 

To  where  the  streamlets  are  ever  flowing, 

I'm  a  pilgrim  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  anight. 
2 

There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining, 

lam  longing,  I  am  longing  for  the  sight. 
Within  a  country  forlorn  and  dreary, 

1  have  been  travelling  forlorn  and  dreary, 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 
3 

In  that  country  to  which  I'm  travelling. 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  the  light, 

There  is  no  sorrow  nor  any  sighing. 
Not  any  sin  there  nor  any  dying. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

13. — Theve^s  Much  Good  Cheer. 

The  summer's  smile  we  ever  greet. 
We  love  its  berries  fresli  and  sweet; 
And  autumn  comes  with  w  elcome  glee, 
O  yes,  its  fruits  I  long  to  see. 
And  all  the  years  'tis  filled  with  good 
To  us  who  sail  on  youth's  bright  flood| 
We  let  our  pleasures  take  the  wing, 
And  ever,  ever,  sing. 

2,     Pray  tell,  why  should  our  hearts  be  sad  ? 
Yes,  yes,  why  should  we  not  be  glad  ? 
We've  food  and  drink,  and  clothes  to  wear, 
And  all  for  which  we  need  to  care: 
Come  on,  then,  let  us  merry  be, 
There's  none  m  happy,  pone  as  we,: 


10 

Come  let  us  shout  and  let  us  sing, 
Till  echoes  make  the  welkin  ring. 

14. — Children's  Sons:. 

o 

1  Ilosanna  be  the  children's  song 

To  Christ  the  children's  King; 
His  praise  to  whom  our  souls  belong. 

Let  all  the  children  sing. 
Hosanna,  Hosanna,  let  all  the  children  sing, 
Ilosanna,  Hosanna,  let  all  the  children  sing. 

2  Hosanna,  on  the  wings  of  light. 

O'er  earth  and  ocean  fiy, 
Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night. 
And  heaven  to  earth  reply. 
Hosanna,  etc. 

3  Hosanna  then  our  song  shall  be, 

Hosanna  to  our  King, 
This  is  the  children's  jubilee. 
Let  all  the  children  sing. 
Hosanna,  etc. 

±5, — Good  Might. 

1.  Good  night,  one  song  before  we  part. 

In  friendship  and  delight; 
May  love  flow  sweetly  from  heart  to  heart, 

And  each  bid  all — good  night. 

Good  night,  dear  friends,  good  night; 

Good  night,  dear  friends,  good  night; 
May  love  flow  sweetly  from  heart  to  hjpart, 
And  each  bid  all— good  night. 

2.  Good  night  dear  friends,  may  happy  days 

Make  every  vision  bright 
And  each  one  bathe  in  the  golden  rays^ 
Where  none  will  say  good  night. 


11 


Good  iiiglit  dear  friends,  good  night; 
Good  night,  dear  friends,  good  night; 
And  each  one  bathe  in  the  golden  rays^ 
Where  none  will  say  good  night, 

16. — O  Come^  Come  Away. 
1 

Oh  come  come  away,  from  labor  now  reposing, 
Let  busy  care  a  while  forbear,  O  come  come  away, 
Come  come  our  social  joys  renew, 
And  there  were  truth  and  friendship  grew 
Let  true  hearts  welcome  you.  Oh  come  come  away. 

While  sweet  philomel  the  weary  traveller  cheer- 
.  ^  ing 

With  evening  songs  her  notes  '^prolong,  O  come 
come  away. 
In  answering  songs  of  sympathy 
We'll  sing  in  tuneful  harmony 
Of  hope,  joy,  liberty,  O  come  come  away. 
3 

The  bright  day  is  gone,  the  moon  and  stars  ap- 
pearing, 

With  silver  light  illume  the  night,  O  come  come 
away. 

Come  join  your  prayers  with  our  address, 
Kind  heaven  our  peaceful  homes  to  bless, 
With  health,  hope,  happiness,  O'come  come  away. 

ir.—The  Sunset  Tree. 

1.    Come  to  the  sunset  tree, 

The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  woodman's  axe  lies  free, 

And  the  reaper's  work  is  done, 
The  twilight  star  to  Heaven, 

And  the  summer  dew  to  flowers, 


12 


And  rest  to  us  is  given 

Bj  the  cool  soft  evening  hours. 
Come  to  the  sunset  tree,  etc. 

2.    Sweet  is  the  hour  of  rest. 

Pleasant  the  wind's  low  sigh, 
And  the  gleaming  of  the  west, 

And  the  turf  whereon  we  lie — 
When  the  burden  and  the  heat 

Of  labor's  task  are  o'er. 
And  kindly  voices  greet 
The  tired  one  at  his  door. 
Come  to  the  sunset  tree,  etc. 

±S.—  We  are  from  the  Mountains. 

1.  We  have  come  from  the  mountains 
W"e  have  come  from  the  mountains, 
We  have  come  from  the  mountains, 
Of  the  old  granite  state; 

We're  the  sons  of  Mary, 
We're  the  tribe  of  Jesse, 
And  we  now  address  you, 
In  our  native  mountain  song. 

S.    In  our  school  we  are  united. 

With  instructions  we're  delighted, 
To  the  Saviour  we're  invited, 
And  the  Bible  is  our  rule: 

In  our  hearts  we  bless  it. 
To  our  bosom  press  it. 
And  our  lips  caress  it, 
Tis  our  guide  in  Sabbath  School 

3.    We  are  childred  of  the  nation, 
Fair  Columbia  is  our  station, 
And  the  Bible's  our  foundation, 
In  this  free  and  Jiappy  land; 


13 


And  there's  none  shall  seVer! 
Native  hearts  no  never. 
We  are  one  for  ever. 
And  on  Freedom's  rock  we  stand* 

19. — The  Busy  Bee. 

0  say,  busy  bee^  whither  now  are  you  going., 
Whither  now  are  you  going,  to  work  or  to  play? 

1  am  bound  to  the  garden  where  roses  are  blooming 
For  I  must  be  making  sweet  honey  to  day, 

Sweet  honey,  sweet  honey, 
For  I  must  be  making  sweet  honey  to  day. 
2 

0  say  pretty  dove  whitlier  now  are  you  Hying, 
Whither  now  are  you  flying  to  London  or  Rome? 

1  am  bound  to  my  nest  where  my  partner  is  sighing, 
And  waiting  for  me  in  my  snug  little  home. 

Little  home — little  home — 
And  waiting  for  me  in  my  snug  little  home. 
3 

So  we  all  so  happy,  while  daily  advancing 
in  wisdom  and  knowledge,  in  virtue  and  love, 
Will  sing  on  our  way,  in  our  progress  rejoicing, 
As  brisk  as  a  bee,  and  as  true  as  a  dove. 

W^ill  sing — will  sing — 
As  brisk  as  a  bee,  and  as  true  as  a  dove. 

And  they  brought  unto  Jesus,  young  children 
that  he  should  touch  them;  Andjiis  disciples  re- 
buked them  that  brought  them. 

But  when  Jesus  saw  it,  he  was  much  displeased 
and  said  unto  them,  Suffer  little  children  to  com€ 
unto  me;  And  forbid  them  not;  For  of  such  is  tJie 
Kingdom  of  Heaven. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  Hallelujah,  Praise  ye  the 
Lgrd,  Amen, 


14 


21. — JVhen  Morning  Light. 

1,  When  the  morning  liglit  drives  away  the  night 

With  the  sun  so  briglit  and  full, 
And  it  draws  its  line  near  the  hour  of  nine 

I'll  away  to  Sabbath  School. 
For  'tis  there  we  all  agree, 
All  with  happy  hearts  and  free. 
And  I  love  to  early  be 

At  the  Sabbath  School. 
I'll  away!  away!  I'll  away!  away. 
I'll  away  to  Sabbath  School! 

2,  On  the  frosty  dawn  of  a  winter's  morn, 

When  the  earth  is  wrapped  in  snow, 
Or  the  summer  breeze playes  around  the  trees 

To  the  Sabbath  School  I  go, 
Vv  hen  the  holy  day  has  come. 
And  the  Sabbath-breakers  roam, 
I  delight  to  leave  my  home, 

For  the  Sabbath  School. 
I'll  away,  etc. 

3.  In  the  class  I  meet  w  ith  the  friends  I  greet, 

At  the  time  of  morning  prayer: 
And  our  hearts  we  raise  in  a  hymn  of  praise, 

For  'tis  always  pleasant  there. 
In  the  book  of  holy  truth, 
Full  of  counsel  and  reproof. 
We  behold  the  guide  of  youtli, 

At  the  Sabbath  School, 
I'll  away,  etc. 

4.  May  the  dews  of  grace  fill  the  hallowed  place 

And  the  sunshine  never  fail. 
While  each  blooming  rose  which  in  memory  grows 
Shall  a  sweet  perfume  exhale, 
AVhen  we  mingle  here  no  more^ 
But  have  met  on  Jordan's  shore, 


We  will  talk  of  moments  o'er^ 
At  the  Sabbath  School. 
I'll  away,  etc. 


22. — Round — Haste  to  School. 

Awake  for  the  daylight  is  breaking  fast, 

'Tis  a  beautiful  Sabbath  morning; 
Delay  not  1  pray  you  or  you  will  be  last, 
'   The  church  bells  are  giving  us  warning. 

We'll  joyfully  join  in  a  song, 
Of  praise  to  our  heavenly  King, 

Let  earth  the  glad  echo  prolong, 
AH  nature  with  ecstacy  ring. 

Haste,  haste,  quickly, 

For  w  e  long  to  unite  in  the  hymn 
Haste,  haste,  quickly. 

For  we  long  to  unite  in  the  hymn 

23. — Round  for  three  Voices, 

Row  sweet  to  be  roaming 

When  summer  is  blooming, 
Through  woodland  and  grove, 
Through  woodland  and  srove. 

How  sweet  to  be  roaming 

Tv^hen  summer  is  blooming. 

Through  woodland  and  grove 
Through  woodland  and  grove. 

How  sweet.  How  sweet. 

How  sweet  to  be  roaming 
When  summer  is  blooming. 
Through  woodland ^nd  grove. 


16 

2^,~J^ew  Year'^s  Hymn, 
1 

Come  welcome  this  meeting'  witli  aiitlienis  of  joy. 
In  hymns  of  thanksgiving  our  voices  employe 
And  mingle  our  tribute  of  gratitude  here. 
To  him  who  has  blessed  us  with  a  happy  meeting, 

CHORUS. 

Happy  meeting  to  you,  Happy  meeting  to  you^ 
Dear  friends  &  companions,  happy  meeting  to  you. 
With  voices  of  gladness  and  hearts  full  of  cheer, 
We  wish  you — we  wish  you —  a  happy  meeting. 
2, 

The  wide  spreading  pinions  of  Time  as  the  wave. 
Are  sweeping  us  on  to  our  rest  in  the  grave. 
But  rising  with  Jesns,  we'll  meet  without  fear. 
On  the  bright  side  of  Jordan  with  a  happy  meeting. 
3. 

At  each  year  returning  may  joy  be  thy  guest. 
Till  life's  fading  sunset  shall  sleep  in  the  west; 
And  when  at  the  Judgment  we  all  shall  appear, 

0  then  may  we  greet  you  with  a  happy  meeting. 

25. — Sing  ye  CMldren. 

1  Sing  ye  children,  Jesus  loves  you; 

Jesus  loves  your  artless  lays, 
Sure  the  glorious  prospect  cheers  you, 
To  be  trained  in  wisdom's  ways. 
Let  your  voices,  let  your  voices. 

Echo  loud  the  Saviours  praise. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah. 

Hallelujah  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

2  Teaeli  me  some  melodious  sonnet. 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above, 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fixe'd  upon  it, 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 
Let  your  voices,  etc. 


^6, — German  Chorus. 

1.  Konipt  Breedar  korapt  weer  Eilen  fort 

Nauch  Nie  Yaru*sau-lem, 
Far-mar-rickt  Ere  nicht  dee  gild-na  Phortj 

Dee  dorten  for  eieh  glimpt* 
Ine  saylich-ar  ort  ist  mine  Faudar  laund, 

Ich  winsha  so  sayre  tsoo  sine  daur, 
Kompt  angel  oond  reiclie  meer  dee  haund, 

Oond  bring  mich  dame  orta  bauld  naa. 

Dort  sing-en  weer  yau  imer  dau> 

Dee  slianesta  mel  o  dee, 
Dee  nemaules  dau  chasoongen  waurj 

Ihm  gaunzen  Jaben  dau. 

Iiie  saylieh-ar  ort,  &e» 

27.  — German  Anthem. 

Sliaatz  eeber  aulla  Bheiz  a^ 
O  Yasu  leab-ster  Shautz> 

Ann  dame  ich  mich  argetsga^ 
Here  haub  ieh  keitien  platz, 
Oond  aulla  gooten  ganben, 

Kom-men  oben  bar  fone  Got, 
Fonie  shanen  gnauden  himmel, 
Fome  shanen  gnauden  himmel, 
Fome  shanen  gnauden  himmel  har-awb 

28,  — Bring  Wreaths. 

,  Bring  wreaths,  green  wreaths,  our  joyful  hands 

The  glowing  tints  shall  twine, 
To  celebrate  our  Saviour's  birth, 

The  Children's  Friend  Divine; 
Who  drew  them  to  his  fav'ring  arms, 

When  sterner  souls  forbade, 
And  kindly  on  his  shelt'ring  breast, 

Their  heads  reposing  laid*  ^ 


Bring  wreatha*  gi^en  wreath§  eur  joyful  haoda 

Their  glowing  tints  slfall  twine, 
To  celebrate  our  Saviour's  birth. 

The  Children's  Friend  Divine. 

2,  But  He,  the  babe  of  Bethlehem,  slept 
Uncradled  and  unsought, 
No  joyful  hands  with  songs  of  praise, 

Sweet  buds  and  blossoms  brought, 
But  horned  brutes  with  heavy  tread, 
Their  manger's  guest  survey'd,  * 
And  stupid  oxen  watch'd  the  bed. 
Where  Earth's  Redeemer  laid. 
Bring  wreaths,  &e. 

Sister,  bring  flowers,  the  winter  rose,^ 

Shall  in  our  garland  bloom, 
For  IHm,  who  weeping  Mary  sought,- 

And  found  an  empty  tomb; 
Still  in  our  hearts  the  plants  of  love 

A  living  stream  should  share, 
Which  flowing  from  his  Holy  wordj 

Shall  keep  them  fresh  and  fair, 
Bring  wreaths,  &c. 

29,~Piigrivi^s  Farewell, 

Farewell,  Farewell,  Farewell  my  freinds,  I  rnuaf 

be  gone, 

I  have  no  home  nor  stay  with  you^ 
I'll  take  my  staffs  and  travel  on. 
Till  T  a  better  world  can  view,^ 
I'll  marrhto  Canaan's  land, 

I'll  land  on  Canaan's  shore, 
W'here  pleasures  never  end. 
And  troubles  come  no  more. 
Farewell,  Farewell,  Farewell  my  loving  friends 
Farewell. 


1^ 

SO^—Echo  Song,  Tor  Hollidatj$. 

Up  the  Jiills  oil  a  bright  sunny  morn^ 
Voices  clear  as  the  bustle  horn, 
List  to  the  echoes  as  they  flow, 
Here  we  2;o,  we  go,  we  go! 
Come,  follow,  follow  me, 
We'll  come,  we'll  come  with  glee. 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  we're  free, 
We'll  follow  follow  thee,K 

Now  by  the  streamlets  pearly  pure 
Here  we  wander  free  secure,. 
See  how  the  rippling  waters  flow,. 
On  they  go,  they  go,  they  go. 
Come,  follow,  follow  me,  &e. 

Now  through  the  shady  vale  and  grove^ 
Joyous^  happy,  here  we  rove; 
List  to  the  songster's  cheerful  la^^ 
Happy  day,  happy  day,  happy  drty,  ' 
Come,  follow,  follow  me,  &c. 

31. — The  Pearl  of  Great  Frice^ 

The  pearl  that  worldings  eovet^ 

Is  not  the  pearl  for  me. 
Its  beauty  fades  as  quickly. 

As  sun  on  the  sea. 
But  there's  a  pearl  sought  by  the  wht^ 
it's  called  the  pearl  of  greatest  priee;. 

Though  few  its  value  see,. 

()  that's  the  pearl  for  me, 

O  that's  the  pearl  for  nie,^ 

O  that's  the  pearl  for  me. 

^'he  crown  that  decks  the  mouartb^ 
Is  not  the  crown  for  me. 
It  diisr.^les  but  a  momenk 


so 

It's  brightness  soon  will  flee, 
But  there's  a  crown  prepared  above, 
For  all  who  walk  in  humble  loye. 
Forever  bright  'twill  be, 
O  that's  the  crown  for  me,  &c. 

3  The  road  that  many  travel, 

Is  not  the  road  for  me; 
Jt  leiids  to  death  and  sorrow, 

In  it  I  would  not  be. 
But  there's  a  road  that  leads  to  6lod, 
It's  marked  by  Christ's  most  precious  blood 

The  passage  here  is  free, 

O  that's  the  road  for  me  &e. 

4  The  hope  that  sinners  cherish, 

Is  not  the  hope  for  me; 
Most  surely  will  they  perish. 

Unless  from  sin  made  free. 
But  there's  a  hope  which  rests  in  God, 
And  leads  the  soul  to  keep  his  word, 

And  sinful  pleasures  flee, 

O  that's  the  hope  for  me,  &c. 

32. — Religion  is  a  Treasure, 

1  Religion  is  a  glorious  treasure. 

The  purchase  of  a  Saviour's  blood; 
It  fills  the  mind  with  consolation. 

It  lifts  the  heart  to  things  above. 
It  calms  our  fears  it  soothes  our  sorrows, 

It  smooths  the  way  o'er  life's  rough  sea 
Tis  mi^ed  with  goodness,  meek,  humble 
patience 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

2  How  vain,  how  fleeting,  how  transitory, 

This  world  with  all  its  pomp  and  show 


51 


Its  vain  delights  and  delusive  pleasures. 

I  gladly  leave  them  all  below. 
But  grace  and  glory  shall  be  my  story, 

While  I  in  Jesus  such  beauties  see. 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling. 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

3.       This  earthly  house  shall  be  dissolved, 
And^  mortal  life  will  soon  be  o'er. 
All  earthly  cares  and  earthly  sorrow. 
Shall  pain  my  heart  and  eyes  no  more 
Yet  pure  religion  remains  forever, 
And  strengthened  my  glad  heart  shall  be 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 
This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

33. — The  Child  and  the  Snow  Bird. 
1. 

The  ground  was  covered  with  snow  one  day^ 
And  two  little  sisters  were  busy  at  play, 
When  a  snow-bird  was  sitting  close  by  a  tree. 
And  merrily  singing  his  chick-a-dee-dee, 
Chick-a-dee,&  merrily  singing  his  chick-a-dee-dee 
2. 

Poor  fellow!  he  walks  in  the  snow  and  the  sleet, 
And  has  neither  stockings  nor  shoos  on  his  feetj 
I  pity  him  so!  How  cold  he  must  be, 
And  yet  he  keeps  singing  his  chick-a-dee-dee. 
3. 

If  I  were  a  barefooted  snow-bird  I  know, 
I  would  not  stay  out  in  the  cold  and  the  snow; 
I  wonder  what  makes  him  so  full  of  his  glee — 
He's  all  the  time  singing  that  chick-a-dee-dee. 
4, 

O  mother,  do  get  him  some  stockings  and  shoes, 
A  frock;  with  a  cloak,  and  a  hat,  if  he  choosey 


2^ 

1  wish  heM  come  into  the  parlor  and  see, 
How  warm  we  could  make  him  poor  chick-a-dee  dee 
B, 

J^am  8;rateful,  he  said,  for  the  wish  you  express. 
But  I've  no  occasion  for  such  a  fine  dress, 
Fd  rather  remain  with  my  limbs  all  free. 
Than  to  hobble  about  sini^inj^  chick-a-dee-dee. 
6. 

There  is  one  my  child  \\W  {  cannot  teU  who 
lias  clothed  me  already,  and  warm  enoui^h  too, 
Good  morning;!  O  who  are  so  happy  as  we! 
And  away  he  went  sing^ins;  his  chick-a-dee-dee. 

34. — Bonaparts  Grave. 

On  a  lone  barren  isle  where  the  wile  roaring^  billow 
Assail  the  stern  rock  and  the  loud  tempests  rave. 

The  kero  lies  still  while  the  dew  drooping;  willow, 
Like  fond  weeping  mourners  leaned  over  the 
grave. 

The  lightnings  may  flash  and  the  loud  thunders 
rattle, 

He  heeds  not,  he  hears  not,  he's  free  from  all 
pain, 

He  sleeps  his  last  sleepjie  has  fought  his  lats  battle, 
^0  sound  can  awake  him  to  glory  again. 

2 

Oh  shade  of  the  mighty  where  now  are  the  legioni 
That  rushed  but  to  conquer  when  thou  ledst 
them  on, 

Alas  they  have  perished  in  far  hilly  regions, 
And  all  save  the  fame  of  their  triumph  is  gone, 

The  trumpet  may  sound  and  the  loud  cannon  rattle. 
They  heed  not,  ihey  iiear  not,  they're  free  front 
all  pain, 

They  sleep  their  last  sleep,  they  have  fought  their 
last  battle 

Ko  sound  can  awake  them  to  glorj  agaia* 


Yet  spirit  immortal  the  tomb  fealiW6t1)infl  thee, 

For  like  thine  own  easjie  that  soared  to  the  snn» 
Thou  sprinsjest  from  bondage  and  leavest  behind 
thee, 

A  name  which  before  thee  no  mortal  hia,d  won. 
Though  nations  may  Combat,  and  wars  thunder 
rattle, 

No  more  on  the  steed  wilt  thou  sweep  o'er  the 
plain. 

Thou  sleepts  thy  last  sleep  thou  hast,  fought  thy 
last  battio, 
No  sound  can  awake  thee  to  glory  again. 

35 — There^s  a  good  time  a  Coming, 

1  There's  a  good  time  coming  boys, 

x\  good  time  coming, 
There's  a  good  time  coming  boys, 

Wait  a  little  longer. 
We  may  not  live  to  see  the  day. 
But  earth  shall  glisten  in  the  ray, 

Of  the  good  time  coming. 
Cannon  balls  may  aid  the  truth. 

But  thought's  a  weapm  stronger, 
We'll  win  our  battle  by  its  aid, 

Wait  a  little  longer. 
Oh  there's  a  good  time  coming  boys, 

A  good  time  coming, 
There's  a  good  time  coming  boys. 

Wait  a  little  longer. 

2  There's  a  good  time  coming  boys, 

A  good  time  coming. 
There's  a  good  time  coming  boys, 

Wait  a  little  longer. 
Hateful  rivalries  of  creed, 


Shall  not  make  their  martyrs  bleeJ^ 

In  the  good  time  cominp;, 
Religion  shall  he  shorn  of  pride, 

And  flourish  all  the  stronger. 
And  charity  shall  trim  her  lamp — 

Wait  a  little  longer. 

There's  a  good  time  coming  boys, 

A  good  time  coming; 
There's  a  good  time  coming  boys, 

Wait  a  little  longer. 
War  in  all  men's  eyes  shall  be 
A  monster  of  iniquity, 

In  the  good  time  coming. 
Nations  shall  not  quarrel  then. 

To  prove  which  is  the  stronger; 
Nor  slaughter  men  for  glory's  sake, 

Wait  a  littJe  longer, 
Oh  there's  a  good  time  coming  boys, 

A  good  time  coming; 
There's  a  good  time  coming  boys. 

Wait  a  little  longer. 

36. — The  Crystal  Spring. 

1  Give  me  a  draught  from  the  crystal  spring. 

When  the  burning  sun  is  high; 
When  the  rocks  and  the  woods  theirshadow fling. 
And  the  pearls  and  the  pebbles  lie. 

2  Give  me  a  draught  from  tlie  crystal  spring, 

Wliere  the  cooling  breezes  blow. 
When  the  leaves  of  the  trees  are  withering, 
From  the  frost  or  the  fleecy  snow. 

3  Give  me  a  draught  from  the  crystal  sping. 

When  the  ripening  fruits  appear, 
When  the  reapers  the  song  of  the  harvest  sing, 
And  plenty  has  crown'd  the  year. 


25 

37. — The  Spider  and  the  Fly. 

Will  you  walk  into  my  parlor  said  the  spider  to 
the  fly, 

I'm  glad  to  have  the  company  of  all  I  see  j^o  by. 
You've  only  ^ot  to  pop  your  head  just  withinside 
of  my  door, 

You'll  see  so  many  curious  things  you  never  saw 
before, 

Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you  walk  ia 
Mr.  Fly  ? 

Will  you  walk  into  my  parlor  said  the  spider  to 
the  fly, 

I'm  glad  to  have  the  company  of  all  I  see  go  by, 
They  go  in,  but  don't  come  out  again,  I've  heard 

of  you  before, 
O  yes  they  do,  I  always  let  them  out  at  my  back 

door; 

Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you  walk  in 
Mr.  Fly  } 

3 

What  a  pair  of  handsome  wings  you've  got,  said 

the  spider  to  the  fly. 
Oh,  if  I  had  such  a  pair  of  wings,  I  in  the  air 

could  fly. 

But  'tis  useless  all  my  wishing,  and  only  idle  talk, 
For  you  can  fly  up  in  the  air,  while  I'm  obliged  to 
walk, 

Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you  walk  in 
pretty  fly  } 

If  you  won't  walk  in,  won't  you  shake  hands,  said 

the  spider  to  the  fly. 
Before  you  leave  me  all  alone  in  sorrow  and  to  sigh, 
Said  the  fly  there's  nothing  handsome  that  unto 

you  belongSj 


■26 

I  declare  1  would  not  touch  you  even  with  a  pair 
ton^s. 
Won't  you, 

5 

Now  for  the  last  time  I  ask  you,  will  you  walk  in 
Mr.  Fly? 

No,  if  1  tte,  n^ay  I  be  shot,  I'm  off,  so  now  good  by. 
Then  up  he  sprans;,  but  both  his  wings  Were  in  the 

web  caught  fast: 
The  spider  laughed,  ha  ha  my  boy,  I've  got  you 

safe  at  last, 

Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you  i^alk  t)Ut 
Mr.  Fly  ? 

6 

Pray  how  do  you  do,  how  do  you  do,  said  the  spi- 
der to  the  fly, 

You  fools  will  never  wisdom  learn,  unless  ydtt 
dearly  buy, 

Tis  vanity  that  always  makes  repentance  come  too 
late. 

So  those  that  into  cobwebs  run  surely  deserve'their 
fate. 

Remember  then,  O  remember  then  this  foolish 
little  fly  1 

7 

Now  all  young  folks  take  warning  by  this  foolish 
little  fly, 

Intemperance  is  the  spider's  web,  (o  ensnare  you  it 
will  try, 

And  though  drinkers  you  may  think  my  advice  is 
quite  a  bore, 

You're  lost  if  you  stand  parleying  beside  the  rum- 
mers door, 

Take  warning,  O  take  warning  by  this  foolisli 
little  fly. 


S8.-— TAg  Gem  of  Temperance^ 

t    ^  Temperance  (he  ejem  of  the  nalton, 

The  home  of  (he  brave  und  {lie  free. 
The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion, 

A  world  ottlrs  homage  to  ihee, 
Tliy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble 

When  liberty's  form  stands  in  view. 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 

When  ho^w  by  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

1    When  rum  winged,  its  wide  desolation, 

And  threatened  the  land  to  deform, 
The  ark  then  of  freedoms's  foundation 

Conducted  us  safe  through  the  storm, 
With  her  garlands  of  victory  o'er  us, 

See  how  bravely  she  bears  her  brave  crew 
With  her  flag  so  proudly  before  her, 

The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

S    Cold  water,  cold  water  bring  hither. 

And  fill  up  tlie  cup  to  the  brim, 
May  the  wreath  it  has  won  ne'er  wither. 

Nor  the  star  of  its  glory  grow  dim; 
May  the  subjects  united  ne'er  sever, 

But  they  to  their  colors  prove  true. 
Cold  \vater,  cold  water  for  ever. 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue. 


39. — Temperance  Song. 

Come  all  you  who  are  fond  of  singing, 
Let  us  set  a  song  a  ringing. 
Bound  the  chorus  strong  and  hearty, 
And  we'll  make  a  jovial  party. 

Get  out  of  the  way.  Old  Hir  Toddy, 
You're  a  drunken  thievish  body. 


2g 

Some  love  ruin,  and  some  love  brandr^ 
And  some  drink  what  comes  handyf  * 
But  we'Jl  lump  it  in  a  bodv 
And  we'll  call  it  Old  Sir  Toddj. 
Get  out  of  the  way,  &c. 

He  who  drinks  cold  water  only, 
Ne'^er  will  leave  his  fireside  lonely, 
But  his  home  a  kappy  place  is 
With  its  cleanly  smiling  faces. 
Get  out  of  the  way,  &c. 

Toddy  steals  a  man's  good  feelings, 
He's  a  rogue  in  all  his  dealings. 
Smirks  and  smiles  until  he's  bound  you, 
Then,  O  crackey,  how  he'll  pound  you. 
Get  out  of  the  way,  &c. 

Then  we  used  to  all  get  merry, 
Drunk  on  rum;  and  corn'd  on  cherry. 
Now  we've  a  drink  as  sweet  as  honey, 
Without  price  and  with  out  money. 

Get  ont  of  the  way  with  your  brandy, 
We've  a  drink  that's  just  the  dandy. 

Time  was  once  when  every  body, 
Drank  their  gin  or  brandy  toddy, 
But  now  a  new  reform's  beginingi 
Drinking  liquor;  now  is  sining. 
Get  oiit  of  the  way.  &c. 

Slitchell  set  the  ball  a  runing, 
And  gave  notice  of  its  coming. 
How  it  roll'd  to  every  station, 
In  our  own  great  Yankee  Nation, 

Push  it  along  keep  it  moving; 

The  temperance  cause  is  still  improving. 


29 


40.  — Co?ne  Soldiers  Come, 

±      Come,  come  soldiers  come  ! 

Hark!  'tis  the  souml  of  the  rolling  driimj 

Come,  come  soldiers  come, 

Hear  ye  the  rolling  drum, 

When  duty  calls  we'll  all  obey, 

Tis  glory  summons  us  away, 

And  honor  will  our  toils  repay, 

Come  brother  soldiers  come. 

2  Come,  come  soldiers  come, 

Hark !  tis  the  sound  of  the  rolling  drum. 

Come,  come  soldiers,  come, 

Hear  ye  the  rolling  drum. 

With  gallant  hearts  and  ever  ready  hand^ 

For  God  and  for  his  home  and  native  land, 

The  valliant  soldier  gladly  will  obey, 

The  sacred  call  that  summons  him  away. 

3  And  when  the  angry  strife  of  battle's  dose, 
Neath  freedom's  flag  the  glorious  victor'y  woa 
Returning  peace,  all  care  beguiles, 

And  he  is  greeted  with  her  sweetest  smiles. 

Come,  come  soldiers  come, 

Hark  1  'tis  the  sound  of  the  rolling  drum, 

Come  come  soldiers  come, 

Hear  ye  the  rolling  drum. 

41.  — Our  Father  in  Heaven. 

Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy  name, 
May  thy  kingdom,  all  holy,  on  earth  be  the  same, 
O  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread. 
It  is  from  thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 
Forgive  our  transgressions  and  teach  us  to  know, 
That  humble  compassion  that  pardons  each  foe, 
Save  us  from  temptation,  from  weakness  and  si», 
And  thine  be  the  glory,  for  ever:  Amen. 


30 


42. — Sunday  SchooL 

Hail !  the  blessed  Sabbath  School, 
Hail  1  the  spot  whose  mildest  rule, 
Has  won  our  hearts  in  peace  and  love> 
Has  won  our  hearts  in  peace  and  love, 
And  when  our  feet  were  want  to  roam^ 
Constrained  us  to  its  happy  home. 
Let  all  our  voices  loud  resound; 
In  praise  of  joys  that  here  abound. 
For  in  these  walls,  the  truth  we  find, 
To  cleanse  the  heart  and  light  the  mind. 
Then  come  and  hail  the  Sabbath  School^ 
The  happy,  happy  Sabbath  School, 
And  while  we  bend  beneatliits  rule, 
We  love  to  hail  the  Sabbath  School. 

^43. — The  Happy  Land. 

1  There  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  fiir  away. 

Where  saints  in  glory  stand. 
Bright,  bright  as  the  (lay,. 

O  how  they  sweetly  sing, 

Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King,- 

Lord  let  his  praises  ring, 
Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land,^ 
Come,  come  away; 

Why  will  ye  doubting  stand. 

Why  still  delay 
Oh  weshall  happy  be, 
Yv  hen  fn^msiu  and  sorrow^  free^ 
Lord  we  shall  live  with  thee. 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

S         Bright  in  that  happy  land. 
Beams  e\^i'y  eyet 


3t 

Kept  by  a  Father's  haiiclj, 

Love  cannot  die, 
Oh,  then  to  glory  run- 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won — 
And  bright  above  the  sun; 

We  reign  for  aye. 

^4i,'-~Loveli^  Rose. 

1  Of  late  so  brightly  glowing, 

Lovely  rose, 
We  here  behold  thee  growing, 

Lovely  rose. 
Thou  seem'stsome  angel's  care, 
Summer's  breath  was  warm  around  thee, 
Summer's  b^ams  with  beauty  erown'd  ihee^ 

So  sweetly  fair. 

2  The  blast  too  rudely  blowing, 

Lovely  rose, 
Thy  tender  form  o'erthrowing. 

Lovely  rose, 
Alas  !  hath  laid  thee  low. 
Now  amid  thy  native  bed. 
Envious  weeds  with  branches  spread^ 

Unkindly  grow* 

3  No  freshing  dew  of  morning, 

Lovely  rose. 
Thy  infant  buds  adorning, 

Lovely  rpse, 
To  thee  shall  days  restore, 
Zephers  soft,  that  late  caressM  thee, 
Evening  smiles,  that  parting  bless'd  the©> 

Return  no  more. 

45— Round — Cheerily. 
Cheerily,  cheerily  sound  the  strain. 
Happily,  happily  meet  again, 
AHj    all,    ail,    are  here. 


3^ 

4:6.— The  Pear  Tree. 

1  Out  in  a  beautiful  field, 

There  stands  a  pretty  pear  tree 
Pretty  pear  tree  with  leaves; 
What  is  there  on  the  tree? 
A  very  pretty  branch, 
Branch  on  the  tree, 
Tree  in  the  ground. 

2  Solo  1.  What  is  thereon  the  branch? 
Solo  2,    A  very  pretty  bough, 
Coro  Bough  on  the  branch. 

Branch  on  the  tree, 
Tree  in  the  ground, 
Out  in  a  beautiful  fields  &c. 

3  Solo  1,  What  is  thereon  the  bough? 
Solo  2.    A  very  pretty  nest; 

Coro  Nest  on  the  bough, 

Bough  on  the  branch, 
Branch  on  the  tree. 
Tree  in  the  ground, 
Out  in  a  beautiful  field,  &c. 

4  Solo  1.  VV^hat  is  there  in  the  nest? 
Solo  2,    A  very  pretty  egg; 
Coro  Egg  in  the  nest, 

Nest  on  the  bough, 
Bough  on  the  branch, 
Branch  on  the  tree, 
Tree  in  the  ground. 
Out  in  a  beautiful  field,  &e, 
§  Solo  1.  W'hat  is  there  in  the  egg  I 
Solo  2.    A  very  pretty  bird; 
6'oro  Bird  in  the  egg, 

Egg  in  the  nest. 
Nest  on  the  bough, 
Bough  on  tlie  branch, 
Branch  on  the  tree. 
Tree  in  the  ground. 
Out  ki  a  beautiful  field,  &e/ 


33 

-^Children  go  Tor  and  Fro. 

1      Children  go  to  and  fro, 

In  a  merry  pretty  ^row, 

Footsteps  light,  faces  bright, 

Tis  a  happy,  happy  sight, 
Swiftly  turning  round  and  round, 
Do  not  look  upon  the  ground, 

Follow  me,  full  of  glee. 

Singing  merrily. 
Singing  merrily,  merrily,  merrily,  {repeat,) 
Follow  me,  full  of  glee,  singing  merrily. 

3     Birds  are  free,  so  are  we, 

And  we  live  as  happily; 

Work  w  e  do,  study  too. 

Learning  daily  something  new: 
Then  we  laugh^  and  run  and  sing, 
Gay  as  birds  or  any  thing; 

Follow  me,  &e. 

3     Work  is  d  one,  play's  begun, 

Now  we  have  our  laugh  and  fun; 

Happy  days  pretty  plays, 

And  no  naughty,  naughty  ways; 
Holding  fast  to  each  other's  hand. 
We're  a  cheerful  happy  band. 

Follow  me,  &e. 

48.—  He  doeth  all  things  ivelL 

I  remember  how  I  loved  her,  when  a  little  guiltless 
child 

I  saw  her  in  the  eradel  as  she  looked  on  me  and 
smiled 

My  cup  ofkappiness  was  full,  my  joy,  words  can- 
not tell; 

And  I  blessed  the  glorious  giver,  'who  doeth  al! 
things  well.  3 


34 

Moiiilis  pass'd  that  bud  of  prom i^e^  was  unfolding 

every  hour,  *  ^ 
1  thought  that  earth  had  never smile'd  upon  a 

fairer  flowe'r 
So  beautiful  it  well  tnight  grace  the  bow'rs  where 

angels  dwell, 
And  waft  its  fragrance  to  his  throne  wfa^  doeth 

all  things  well. 

That  star  went  down  in  beauty  yet  it  shineth 

sweetly  now, 
1  the  bright  and  dazzling  coronet,  that  deck^  the 

Saviour's  brow, 
She  bowed  to  the  Destroyer  whose  shafts  none 

may  repel. 

But  we  know,  for  God  hath  told  us,  'He  doeth  all 
things  well." 

I  remember  well  my  sorrov/,  as  I  stood  beside  her 
bed, 

And  my  deep,  and  heartfelt  anguish,  when  they 

told  she  was  dead, 
And  oh  !  that  cup  of  bitterness  let  not  my  heart 

rebel, 

God  gave,  he  took,  he  will  restore  *^He  doeth  all 
things  well,'' 

49, — Try  Again, 
^Tis  a  lesson  you  should  heed,  try,  try  again; 
if  at  first  you  don't  succeed,  try,  try  again; 

Then  your  courage  should  appear, 

For  if  you  will  persevere, 
You  will  conquer,  never  fear,  try,  try  again. 

If  you  find  your  task  is  hard,  try,  try  again, 
Time  will  Lring  you  your  reward,  try,  try  again, 

All  that  other  folks  can  do, 

M' hy,  with  patience,  may  not  you? 
Only  keep  this  rule  in  view,  try,  try  again. 


m. — The  Hobby  Horse. 

1  Hop,  hop,  hop,  nimble  as  a  top, 

Over  hill  ami  valley  bounding, 
'Midst  y-our  clinking  hoofs  resounding, 
Hop,  hop, hop,  hop,  hop. 
Nimble  as  a  top. 

2  Hwo,  hwo,  hwo,  liwo,  how  like  fun  you  go, 

Stop,  you  jade,  I  (  ell  >^ou— tell  you, 
If  you  don't  I'll  surely  sell  you, 
Hwo,  hwo,  hwo,  hwo,  hwoy 
How  like  fun  you  go. 

3  Spare, spare,  spare,  sure  enough  we're  there. 

Very  well  my  little  pony. 
Safe's  our  jaunt,  though  rough  and  stony: 
Spare,  spare,  spare,  spare,  spare, 
Sure  enough  we're  there. 

4  Here,  here,  here,  yes  my  pony  dear, 

Now^  with  oats  and  hay  I'll  treat  you, 
And  with  smiles  will  ever  great  yon, 
Pgny,  pony,  dear,  yes  my  pony  dear. 

5 1  Merry  May . 

1  Hail  all  hail !  thou  merry  month  of  May, 
We  will  hasten  to  the  w  ootls  away, 
Among  the  flowers  so  sweet  and  gay; 
Then  aw^ay  to  hail  the  merry  merry  May, 
The  merry  merry  May, 

Then  aw  ay  to  hail 

The  merry  merry  month  of  May. 

2  Hark,  hark,  hark,  to  Iiail  the  month  (if  _^!;iy. 
How  the  songsters  warble  on  the  spray. 
And  we  w  ill  be  as  blitlie  as  they. 

Then  away  to  hail.  &e. 


f  6 

52 — When  shall  we  meet  again 

When  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever 
When  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  forever, 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  woes,  never  no  never. 

Soon  shall  vre  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever. 
Soon  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever. 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose, 
Secure  from  worldly  woes 
r  Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close,  never  no  nerer^r 

5B.— Silent  JVight. 

Silent  night,  hallowed  night, 

Jioud  and  deep  silent  sleep. 
Softly  glitters  bright  Bethlehem's  star 
Beckoning  Israel's  eyes  from  afar,  j 

Where  the  Saviour  is  born*^ 

Silent  night, hallowed  night, 

On  the  plain  wake  the  strain, 
Sung  by  heavenly  harbingers  bright. 
Fraught  with  tidings  of  boundless  delight, 

Jesus  the  Saviour  has  come. 

Silent  night,  hallowed  night. 

Earth  awake, silence  brake. 
High  your  anthems  of  melody  rai^e^ 
Sing  to  Heaven  in  cordial  praise, 

Peace  forever  shall  reign. 


54!.^French  Ode. 

A  sure  leh  frawsay  sa  fawshaw, 
A  sure  leh  frawsay  sa  fawshaw, 
May  to  daboo  ill  sehlawali, 
May  to  daboo  ill  seh  lawah, 
Lesponyole  Latreesyenne, 
Lawnclay  eh  leh  Prissyeniie, 
Mardrow  to  law  poosyare, 
Weave  leh  soh  Weave  leh  soh, 
Mardrow  to  law  poosyare, 
Weave  leh  soh  dee  Cawnoh. 


55, — ^wake  the  Song  of  Merry  Greeting, 
1 

Awake  the  song  of  merry  greeting,   sing  tra,  la^ 

la,  la^  la,  la,  la, 
The  joy  inspiring  notes  repeating,  sing  tra,  la,  la, 

la,  la,  la,  la. 
Let  mirth  to  wisdom  tribute  pay, 
But  yet  be  happy  when  we  may,  sing  tra,  la,  la, 

la,  la,  la,  la, 

Sing  tra,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  Sing  tra,  la,  la,  la^ 
la,  la,  la, 

2 

Tiswell  for  thought  to  have  a  season, 
For  study  always  there's  no  reason^ 
We  gather  knowledge  from  the  past, 
To  make  life  happy  while  it  last,  sing  tra  &c, 
3 

And  if  the  day  we  give  to  labor, 

The  evening's  dear  to  friend  and  neighbor, 

When  nature  needfui  rest  designed, 

To  strenj^thcn  bodv  and  the  mind,  sing  la 


38 


06. — Mountain  Maids  Invitation 
1 

Come,  come,  come,  O're  the  hills  free  from  care, 
In  my  home  true  pleasure  share,  blossoms  sweet, 

flowers  most  rare,  ' 
Come  where  joys  are  found,   here  the  sparkliti^ 

dews  of  morn, 
Tree  and  shrub,  with  gems  adorn, 
Jewels  bright  gaily  worn,  beauty  all  around, 
Tra  la  la  la  tra  la  la  la  tra  la  Fa  latra  la  la, 
Jewels  bright,  gaily  worn,  beauty  all  aroirnd, 
2 

Come,  come,  come,  not  a  sigh,  not  a  tear. 
E'er  is  found  in  sadness  hers,  music  soft  breathing 
near, 

Charms  away  each  care,  birds  in  joyous  hours  a- 
mong 

Hill  and  dale  with  grateful  song, 
Sweetest  strain  here  prolong,  vocal  ali  the  air, 
Tra  la  la  la  tra  la  la  tra  la  la  la  tra  la  la, 
Sweetest  strains,  here  prolong,  Vocal  all  the  air. 
3 

Come,  come,  come,  to  my  own  woodland  home, 
Where  I  ever  love  to  roam,  free  as  air  and  alone. 
Purest  joys  are  mine  ne'er  was  found  a   bliss  so 
pure. 

Never  joys  so  long  endure. 

Come  with  me,  and  secure  joys  that  ne'er  decline, 
Tra  la  la  la  tra  la  la  tra  la  la  la  tra  la  la. 

57, — JD aught er  of  Zioii, 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness, 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more; 

Bright  o'er  the  hills  dawns  the  daystar  of  ghidness^ 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is  o'er. 


30 


2 

Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that  subdued  them 

And  geattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far: 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that  pur- 
sued them, 

How  vain  were  their  steeds  and  the  chariots  of 
war. 

3 

Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath  saved  thee? 

Extoll'd  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  shall  be: 
Shout!  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee, 

The  oppresser  is  vanquish'd,  and  Zion  is  free. 

58. — JSTative  Land. 
God  bless  «ur  native  land,  firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night,  * 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave.  Ruler  of  wind  and 

wave! 

Do  thou  our  country  save,  by  thy  great  might. 
2 

For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise,to  God  above  the  skies; 

On  him  we  wait; 
Thou  who  hast  heard  each  sigh,  watching  eacli 
weeping  eye, 
Be  though  for  ever  nigh:  God  save  the  state. 
59. — The  love  of  Truth, 
My  days  of  youth  tho'  not  from  folly  free, 
I  prize  the  truth  the  more  the  world  I  see, 
I'll  keep  the  straight  and  narrow  path,  and  lead 

where'er  it  may, 
The  voice  of  truth  I'll  follow  and  obey, 
2 

My  footsteps  lead,  O  truth  and  mould  my  will 
In  w  ord  and  deed  my  duty  to  fulfill; 
Dishonest  arts  and  selfish  aims,  to  truth  can  ne'er 
belong, 

No  deed  of  mine,  shall  be  a  deed  of  wrong. 


40 


3 

The  strength  of  youth,  we  see  it  soon  deeaj^ 
But  strong  is  truth,  and  stronger  every  day; 
Though  falsehood  seem  a  mighty  power  which  We 

in  vain  assail. 
The  power  of  truth  will  in  the  end  prevail. 

60. — Come  to  the  Sabbath  SchooL 

BY  J.  K. 

1  Come,  come,  come, 
Come  to  the  8abbath  School, 

The  child's  delightlful  home, 
Where  hearts  with  joy  are  full, 

When  the  blessed  Sabbath's  come,  * 
Sweet  are  the  joys  we  share. 

To  hear  of  his  pure  love. 
Who  makes  the  young  his  care, 

And  guides  to  scenes  above. 
Come,  come,  &c. 

2  Bright  is  the  early  dawn, 

Of  the  day  we  love  thee  best, 
We  hail  its  lovely  sun. 

As  it  brings  the  day  of  rest, 
When  the  shades  of  evening  spread, 

Peace  guards  our  little  hearts, 
We  feel  no  conscious  dread. 

As  the  Sabbath  day  departs, 
Come,  come, 

3  Sing,  sing,  sing,  &«. 
Sing  to  the  Saviour  here. 

Whom  angels  sing  on  high, 
We  feel  his  mercy  near. 

Though  his  throne  is  in  the  sky, 
Close  by  his  side  we  cling. 

And  know^  his  care  is  given. 
His  praise,  O!  may  we  sing. 

With  angel  choir  in  heaven. 
Come,  come,  &e. 


1« 


